Post by Platinum on Aug 14, 2009 15:50:50 GMT -8
Lee sat in front of the wall that he was going to pain on. He already had brushed on his first layer of white, so now it was just an open canvas, practically pleading for him to paint a mural on it.
Lee smiled slightly to himself. It had taken a while for the landlord to agree to let Lee paint the wall of his apartment. Now that it was here, he didn't know what to paint. He closed his amber eyes and sighed deeply. He allowed his picture side to 'take over' his mind.
It might seem odd, but Lee did have a 'picture side'. He vaguely remembered being a kid, before he could talk completely. Sensations and feelings were colors in his mind. Different feeling would make different colors, then they would combine to form.
He remembered waking up one morning when he was a child, and the thoughts formed in his head.
I have to go to school today
He had lost his picture side and it took Lee almost a year to get it back. Trying to describe things using colors and patterns. It was hard. But Lee did it. And he would n ever lose his picture side again.
He dipped his paintbrush into a deep blue. Blue was honesty, but it was also love. He streaked his paint brush across the whiteness.
He began to add more colors.
Violet, passion. Gold, purity and boldness. Electric green, unique.
Soon, they began to form a pattern. Spinning around and around, Twirling. Like a maelstrom. A maelstrom of emotions. He took a step back and examined it more. On the outside of the swirls were darker violets and even a few shades of turquoise. Passion, love, and excitement. The whirlpool itself was dark green and blue. Calm and honest. He smirked. It was some interesting color choices on his behalf to portray a storm with. And, last but not least, the electric green and gold. The green almost resembled lighting bolds. The sparkling gold looked like it was raining down fire.
He blinked and studied it closely.
It was beautiful but fierce.
It was Zenri. In his picture side, this is what Zenri looked like.
Lee blinked again before smiling. The mural had taken him three hours and thirty minutes. His shirt was laying in the corner of the room and pain was splattered across his broad, dark chest and his pants.
He was going to see Zenri today. He wanted to show her the mural.
He went to the phone and called her.
Lee smiled slightly to himself. It had taken a while for the landlord to agree to let Lee paint the wall of his apartment. Now that it was here, he didn't know what to paint. He closed his amber eyes and sighed deeply. He allowed his picture side to 'take over' his mind.
It might seem odd, but Lee did have a 'picture side'. He vaguely remembered being a kid, before he could talk completely. Sensations and feelings were colors in his mind. Different feeling would make different colors, then they would combine to form.
He remembered waking up one morning when he was a child, and the thoughts formed in his head.
I have to go to school today
He had lost his picture side and it took Lee almost a year to get it back. Trying to describe things using colors and patterns. It was hard. But Lee did it. And he would n ever lose his picture side again.
He dipped his paintbrush into a deep blue. Blue was honesty, but it was also love. He streaked his paint brush across the whiteness.
He began to add more colors.
Violet, passion. Gold, purity and boldness. Electric green, unique.
Soon, they began to form a pattern. Spinning around and around, Twirling. Like a maelstrom. A maelstrom of emotions. He took a step back and examined it more. On the outside of the swirls were darker violets and even a few shades of turquoise. Passion, love, and excitement. The whirlpool itself was dark green and blue. Calm and honest. He smirked. It was some interesting color choices on his behalf to portray a storm with. And, last but not least, the electric green and gold. The green almost resembled lighting bolds. The sparkling gold looked like it was raining down fire.
He blinked and studied it closely.
It was beautiful but fierce.
It was Zenri. In his picture side, this is what Zenri looked like.
Lee blinked again before smiling. The mural had taken him three hours and thirty minutes. His shirt was laying in the corner of the room and pain was splattered across his broad, dark chest and his pants.
He was going to see Zenri today. He wanted to show her the mural.
He went to the phone and called her.
